This cat, Chester, can't meow;
We don't know what is wrong.
It's quite absurd, but he chirps like a bird.
Some problem with his vocal chords;
He also cannot purr,
but grunts contented as a pig
when you stroke his soft fur.
He loves to play and snuggle, too,
and sing his grunting song.
In Chester The Cat I've searched longingly both high and low....
Kim, I got distracted on my way to your NEW ' weasel in the henhouse' poem.
Oh my goodness, Kim, poor kitty. But, he doesn't know the difference and he got a special poem written about him. Cute!
A very pleasant write. Chester the cat is such an extraordinary lovable cat.
I don't love cats but this one seems more lovable than most A sweetness you can toast! Nice way to promote some Holiday Cheer Having Chester, the cat near, singing a song!
Thanks, Sandra. I've never been much of a cat person either, but I'm staying at someone else's house right now and this cat really is special.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, no! Poor Chester! He's about to fall off the table! (Why does Poemhunter turn some pictures sideways?)